Dublin

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Travelled from Sheffield to Nowa Huta

In a Nowa Huta junk shop, two disposable cameras (best before 2005) for sale: 4 złoty each

already used - all photos taken - why sell a used camera?

cannot be used again - filled with events - images - memories - someone else’s souvenir

Travelled from Nowa Huta to Sheffield

Developed cameras

christening - party - celebration - festival - traces of other souvenir in pictures - fields of Dublin?

someone else’s trace of Dublin - James Joyce/Ulysses….

The book is a literary experiment by Joyce, using a basis of Homer’s Odyssey story to create a skeleton upon which the story of another character is based. It takes place in one day, and each chapter is treated as a different experiment in story-telling, generating and amazingly rich and interesting literary experiment, if not a traditional story - one tends to either find it fascinating or frustrating…

Joyce’s Dublin in Ulysses is notably accurate in terms of street names used and places referenced - a map can be built up of the protagonist’s movements in this one day… thus an imaginary map of a non-existent character overlaps the ‘real’ map of Dublin - however I have never been to Dublin, but have read Ulysses twice now - which is more real to me: Bloom (the protagonist’s) journey within the city, or the tourist map of a place I have never been to? any ‘memories’ I may have of Dublin therefore come more from the book than the place…

Excerpt:

Ulysses by James Joyce
first words…..
“CHAPTER 1
– I –

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of
lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,
ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He
held the bowl aloft and intoned:
–INTROIBO AD ALTARE DEI.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
–Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!”
last words….

“..when I put the rose in my hair like the
Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I
yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes
and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and
his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

note on the three city Interdependance of writing Ulysses - Joyce left this note on the text as to where he wrote the book:

“Trieste-Zurich-Paris
1914-1921″